Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.